Not a person.
A room.
A fully furnished room.
My breath caught instantly.
There was a bed neatly made with floral blankets.
A bookshelf.
Family photos.
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Tea blends
Comforting dish recipes
Bay leaf seasoning
Children’s drawings taped carefully to the walls.
And at the center of it all—
a large framed portrait of Daniel’s late wife, Rebecca.
Candles surrounded the picture like some kind of shrine.
I stared in disbelief.
This wasn’t storage.
This was obsession.
